Melting Poem by Jonathan Ballam
Melting
It must
be in the dream
I had.
That I saw
your pink toes
prickle
There were
no mirrors,
maybe felt
reflections
that crawled
(into the duvet) .
Your breath
still echoes in
my ears, twisted
in my hair.
Awake
on the
bed
Your smile
crumbles into
the sun,
sinks into
sleeves.
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